Fort Weyr - Southwest Bowl
The dominant feature of the southern end of the bowl is the blue lake that fills the entire southern tip and the rockslide that tumbles down into its far side. It has been many, many, turns since the slide took place, but it still stands uncleared to this day. Occasionally, smaller pebbles tumble down to splash into the waters of the lake below, but the mass seems mostly stable. Sturdy fences mark the feeding pens that the dragons may choose their meals from, located against the west face. The beasthold here is minor, small cramped buildings, used mostly to maintain the herds which feed the dragons. The major beasthold is located out in the forests, just outside the Weyr. There's a sign which warns "that beasts in this location are fair game to the dragons" and that any domestic pleasure stock should be kept in the major beasthold location.
The other feature that does not go unnoticed in this bowl is the large cavernous archway. There seems to be cobble stone laid down near the archway, which causes a clatter when the wagons and trading caravans arrive. Indeed, it seems that there's a tunnel out of the bowl here, wide enough for two trader caverns to fit through and possibly a small blue dragon. To the opposite end, the great bowl stretches away far, leading to some very interesting locations.

Slowly comes the awakening of spring. First, a slight uptick in temperature. Ice begins to melt, but is not yet banished. The winds curl through the still baren trees where only the closest of looks reveals the tiny buds of life that will soon burst forth into full green. In the middle of all of this Kainaesyth- still as stone, and looking almost like one himself. The dullness of his hide clings to him, bespeaking the power of the winter chill, as he waits, patient as always, for the break to come.

Slowly comes the awakening of spring. First, a slight uptick in temperature. Ice begins to melt, but is not yet banished. The winds curl through the still baren trees where only the closest of looks reveals the tiny buds of life that will soon burst forth into full green. In the middle of all of this Kainaesyth- still as stone, and looking almost like one himself. The dullness of his hide clings to him, bespeaking the power of the winter chill, as he waits, patient as always, for the break to come.

Jaicoureth is not affected by the cold in the same way as some of his brothers. He turns inward and more thoughtful. The winter has been long but it has been good. There has been much time for songs, family and travel…travel to warmer places. Even as he travels his thoughts are never far from home. Because this is where his family lives, this is where he was hatched and this is where he plans to stay for the rest of his life. He wings his way down from the sky and lands with a woosh as he regards Kai. At least he seems to be outside, « Kai it's good to see you out. The weather will be turning soon. I can feel it in my bones. Live prevails. » he says with just a touch of the noise that is ever present in his mind creeping into his voice.

There is a small quiver of movement though the bronze form of Kainaesyth. Almost like a hibernating creature coming back to life one breath of wind at a time. Bronze's can't glow persay, but there's a hint of life that gleams along those faintly golden threads as the tip twitches once, twice, then stills again- expectantly waiting for the right moment. His voice is still heavy with the chill of the winter, but the breeze pushes itself out of the canyon to spread the warmth of the depths up over the sparse vegetation lovingly. « It begins. »
Kainaesyth> Niumdreoth is settled off on a ledge, looking down over the ones below with a soft rumble escaping him as his wings flutter a few times at his sides. His tail slowly sways and curls around his side before he is up and shifting once hearing the others moving below. « Good to see you up and about Kainaesyth. » The large brown offers with a light croon.

Jaicoureth can feel the same thing that his brother feels. With each passing day the life that he carries inside of himself grows stronger and stronger. Soon it will be bursting out every which way. He looks upward and spots Niumdreoth and dips his head in greeting, « Good evening Niumdreoth. It is good to see you as well. » Then his attention shifts back to his brother, « You have only a little bit of time to wait. Then you will have all your plants back and a good deal of work to do. » If he is not too much mistaken.

Niumdreoth does agree with Jaicoureth indeed. « It will not take long at all for the spring to come forth and take over what it once had. » This said while his wings stretch and he soon glides downwards to land upon the bowl floor, there is a great shake of his wings before they tuck back to his sides. « I'm sure your plants will come back quickly Kainaesyth. » There is a nod of his head seen to Jai for the greeting that is given.
Kainaesyth> Kainaesyth's tail begins to sway again, this time to a rhythem, a beat. But it is one that is hard to pin down. A few off beats, then long, staccato and swift, then slow. The breeze of his voice is powerful as it slicks against the dry yet silky skin of a tall solitary cactus, caressing the growing buds that dot the crest. « Do you know the story of the father who wished to rush spring? » It's been quite a while since Kainaesyth has shared a story- his last was to the frail eggs in the infirmary.

Jaicoureth would smile, if he were human, but fortunately he is not. « I haev not heard that story. » Granted he has heard a good many stories that his brother has told over the turns, but it seems a welcome time to hear a story about spring now.

Niumdreoth shifts slowly as he looks over to Kainaesyth with a soft rumble escaping him in the process. « No.. Perhaps you could tell us? » This questions with a curious tone heard across his mind. A patch of snowy forest is clearly seen, a few faint colors across the sky.

A lovers kiss is the breeze as it twines about the cactus buds. They swell under the caress as Kainaesyth continues to speak. « Long ago it became time for a young man to leave his home and seek out the dream which would give him power in the world. His mother feared the season was too early, and that her son would be harmed by the ice. His father, knowing the power the dream would bring, sent him out into the chill. Twice the young man returned, once with dreams of the cleaver rabbit, then the fierce wherry. Each time he was sent out again to seek a more powerful dream. Days drifted by and his mother became worried. She went searching, only to find no trace of her son. When she came upon the spot where he dreamed she found instead a small bird nestled among his blankets. 'What has happened to my son?' The small creature gathered itself for flight, 'You have sent your son out too early and too long. Now he will dwell with you no longer. Watch for me each spring, so that no others may be lost. It will be the sign that spring is here.' » Kainaesyth's voice rolls through the story, his tail continuing its irregular twitching that evens out a bit as the cadence of the story rolls forth. « We wait, now, for the birds to sing the first songs of spring. Soon. Soon. They gather their voices to ring out. »

Jaicoureth certainly knows the value of a good story, particularly a good story with even better music to go with it, but this story is sort of sad to his ears. He takes a few moments to ponder this information, « But what happened to the son? » he asks Kai. He thinks he knows the answer already, but if there is more to the story he'd certainly care to hear it.

Rhenesath interrupts with a mindtouch that is warm and feather-soft, the nestling heat of a mother hen's nest coloured by apology for butting in. « The son died, Jaicoureth, » she says quietly, letting it known that she's been listening this whole time. She rolls soft forge heat to envelop her clutchbrothers' thoughts, comforting and comfortable against the stark backdrop of her mountainside mindscape. « This is life. Cold claims lives. »

Niumdreoth looks towards another and lifts his head a touch with a soft rumbles heard. « Cold may claim lives, but it is part of life, part of nature. Life happens so much death. Winter brings it, but winter also brings life. » Leave it to the winter loving brown to talk about such things.

The loving breezes twine up and about Rhenesath's thoughts, sweet and joyous with the turn of the seasons. « He was transformed. Now he is a guide to others against the folly of powerseeking and defying that which is natural. » As he speaks Kainaesyth stretches out his furled wings, the hints of mica in his hide catching the setting sun and causing them to glitter.

Kainaesyth> Jaicoureth has never been over fond of stories or songs involving death. Not because he is not well aware of it, his lifemate is a healer after all. He just doesn't like to look at it, not because it frightens him but because he doesn't like the notion of something ending. He says nothing in response to the gold or the brown as he considers. He is just about to speak up after a few moments longer but as Kai speaks up about the point of the story he bobs his head, « Yes. Nothing ever really ends. Transformation is a much better ending that death. And power is an illusion. » he agrees with his brother.

« Transformation is a much better ending, » Rhenesath agrees, rippling heat like rustling plumage across the minds of those listening. « Death is a most natural ending, and should not be feared. We should, however, hope not to face it for many turns to come. » She sends a final wuffling warmth to bronze, brown and blue, leaving them with a feathery embrace before she draws away.

« I plan to live forever. » Jaicoureth projects to his siblings and Nium with just a hint of humor in his voice. If he is being serious it's rather difficult to tell at the present moment. He turns his attention back to the bronze who is awaiting the return of his plants, « Patience is never easy. I understand wanting more. I know how hard it is to wait to spread your wings and soar. » He unfurls his wings and begins to lift himself into the sky, « Know that your time is coming soon. As the sun rises, so does the moon and love finds a place in every heart…» The rest of the song fades into the distance as he heads back home, sending a gentle mental brush to all his friends as he departs.

There was only one ending possible for this slow awakening of the season. The awakening which was heralded by the twitch of his tail, the outstretching of his wings, and the story of transformation. « The seeking of power is common. Death is common. Come now, friends, shall we not seek the breezes and lift ourselves upon the first breath of spring? Soon, very soon, the birds will sing again and we will know that the season has changed. » Outstretched wings cup the air and Kainaesyth lifts off the ground and into the air, the first flight he has not needed to be goaded into for weeks.